I've got a whole palette, but I only want to paint with one colour. Honestly. Seven days left, I mark each day with another scar on my bone. I've ripped up all of my floorboards trying to get my hands on anything that reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you, and my house is clean. My hands have touched everything. My hands need to be on you.
I thought of stuff I should have written down last night, but it was too hot and I was too tired, and yet again I've forgotten it all. I remember it sounded pretty good at the time.
listening to: november steppes - kris ellestad
I thought of stuff I should have written down last night, but it was too hot and I was too tired, and yet again I've forgotten it all. I remember it sounded pretty good at the time.
listening to: november steppes - kris ellestad
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